Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.
DANIELA SENICKLet the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.
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Baby, tonight prepare yourself for a perfect storm, I will come over you like a hurricane with a terrifying force.
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In the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.
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LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
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They fell for her poetry But ran from her chaos.
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Seduce my mind find my soul before your hands touch me.
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Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.
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She cannot Conquer your demons. But she can be the guiding light, which shines through the cracks of the darkest corners of your heart to blind them.
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When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.
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I never valued the meaning of words that much, Until I realized how healing they are.
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Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.
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We all deserve to find that one special person, who sees and feels the rarity of our souls.
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Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.
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I can feel you in every part of my body. I do not know how you do it, that you still linger deep inside of my veins bones DNA without even being beside me. But you do and I love that.
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Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.
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She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.
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